17 comments/ 46652 views/ 8 favorites Trolling for Vengeance Ch. 01 By: satinlvr_mwf It all started one Saturday, when my husband was out playing golf with a friend. I decided that it would be a great opportunity to do some early spring cleaning. I went through the house like a white tornado, the kitchen, the bathrooms, and the rest of the downstairs. I took a short lunch break, munching on some celery and carrot sticks, along with a tall, cold glass of Diet Coke. The weather was just beautiful, a nice, warm day, a gentle breeze making the fresh spring leaves rustle, the shade of the trees dancing about the back yard in an endlessly repeating cascade. I looked out, sniffing the warm freshness of the season's change from Winter to Spring, and sighed. The buzz of the clothes dryer broke my moment of contentment, yanking me back to the present. I really didn't want to do more housework, but I knew if I didn't, no one else would. I heaved myself onto my feet, grateful that for once I did not have to wear heels, and padded off to satisfy the beast in the back of the house, and its incessant buzzing. Looking back, I have mixed emotions about whether I would have been better off being lazy that afternoon... The load of laundry was mainly my husband Tony's clothing, and I took it all upstairs to put away. As I was doing so, I reached into his top drawer, which is a bit of a stretch for me, as I am only five feet, four inches tall, pushing his underwear into the back of the drawer for space. As I did so, my fingers brushed a piece of something, like paper. Curious, I felt around more, until I could grasp it, and pulled out several pages of folded paper. My head cocked to one side as I opened them, a frown on my face, wondering why there were papers in my husband's drawer. As my eyes scanned the flowery script, tears welling up as I did so, I found out why... He had an affair. My cheeks burning with the flush of embarrassment, and then anger. My tears doing there best to wash away the hurt I felt as I read every line, each word filled with the torrid details of what looked like a one night stand, where they met in a bar while he was on his last business trip. How they fucked in the parking lot, in her rental car. Continuing their tryst through out the night, and her joking referral to one instance where she passed herself off as his wife in a restaurant! Even how she flashed him in the hotel lobby! Jeez, was I pissed!!! With a crushed feeling in my heart, I went about finishing the chores, my feet leadened by the revelations, my body carrying a burden greater than any elephant, but the sense of loss and hurt wearing me down. I couldn't stand it any more, and had to leave the house, so I called my best friend, and asked to visit. With her permission, I didn't even try to make myself presentable, I just threw on my shoes and left, barely making it to her house, before I totally broke down and fell apart. The crying and consoling went on for hours, and to this day, I cannot thank Angela enough for helping me through this. She hugged me and kept me with plenty of Kleenex as I cried the pain out, my eyes red and puffy when I was done. By now it was dark, and I knew Tony would be home, wondering where I had gone. I left Angela's place, feeling more angry at Tony, than hurt by him, my mind racing as to what I was going to do. As I walked in the door, Tony greeted me with his warm smile, which instantly turned into a frown when he saw my face. I lied to him, telling him I went to Angela's to watch a "chick flick", but didn't feel all that well. I clambered up to bed, stripping my clothes off, checking my body in the mirror as I did so. I heard the TV change to pre-season baseball, and knew Tony would be in his own world for a couple of hours, and as I looked myself over, I began to feel angry. Very angry. I checked carefully, looking at my back (as best I could), my legs, my tummy, and my breasts. I weigh 120 pounds, and have C-cup breasts, and long brown hair. While I do not work out, my body is reasonably trim, I do get compliments, and many stares when I wear a miniskirt and heels. I nodded my head in certainty. Whatever was wrong, it was not because of my appearance! My mind returned to what I was going to do about this. My options were to do nothing, confront him, or seek revenge. Doing nothing wasn't a solution my furious mind was ready to accept, and a confrontation just didn't seem right. It wouldn't get me anywhere, the deed was already done. But revenge, now that was an idea...but how? I didn't want to emasculate him, do a Lorena Bobbitt, although part of me was thinking of similar evil thoughts. But I just couldn't do that. Divorce him? A thought, but I still loved him, and was not looking for something that extreme. The only thing I could think of was to have my own affair, but somehow I needed him to know about it. I climbed into bed, sighing for a moment as my nude body slipped between the soft, black satin sheets. My nipples began to harden as the cool fabric slid over them, my body beginning to excite as I felt the silkiness float by me. I have always loved the feel of satin, and liked to wear it whenever I could, even if it was just panties, and had a rather full wardrobe of satin, including blouses, skirts, dresses, even a couple of Halloween costumes. As I lay there, my fingers began to find their way down my stomach and then lower, finally brushing through my pubic hair. My fingers began the circular motion I so loved, and my clit began to swell as the first tingle of pleasure caused me to gasp. My mind began to get lost in the sensations of pleasure, so desperate to feel good after the horrible discovery earlier in the day. My fingers moved through out my crotch, at one time even penetrating me. As I continued, my thoughts wandered to men, and how good a cock feels. My fingers moved with an increasing rush, my pulse bounding, my chest heaving underneath the satin covering me, my legs apart as my body desired something I could not have right then. I bit my lip as my passion stirred fully, until my fingers were a furious storm on my vagina. My body convulsed as I climaxed, my mind screaming for a cock to be inside me. In a flash, as my body lay panting in bed, I knew what I would do, and even began to formulate a plan. It would be so sweet, so delicious, and so satisfying, in more ways than one! Life with Tony returned somewhat back to normal the next day, and for the following week, with one exception: Tony was cut off. My body was off limits to him. I wanted to be more than ready when the time came. I wanted to be so desperate for a cock that any cock would do, even though I had a general idea of what kind of cock I wanted. I made excuses with Tony; too tired, felt ill, no time, anything to hold him off. In our past, there were times when he would get so horny he would decide he wanted me, and he wanted me right then and there. So he would take me. Almost like rape, but not really. He would grab me, and carry me to our bedroom, one way or another get me naked, and then mount me. It wasn't making love, it was just pure, raw sex, and I loved those times. I would even resist sometimes, so he would restrain me. God, how I loved it! But this time, he had to go without, and I had to make sure he wanted to, lest he decide to take me again. I managed to last the week, and finally, the Saturday golf outing was upon us. Tony left for a late round with his buddies, and I even encouraged him to go out to dinner with the guys, telling him he worked so hard that he really needed to relax. He told me he would see what happens and call me. Once he left, I began to get ready for my revenge. I showered and shaved my legs and armpits, then went out and got my hair done. I left it long, and had just a trim to remove my split ends, and the hair treatment left my hair silky smooth and shiny. Afterwards, I went home, and decided to pick out my outfit. I wanted to look hot, but not too slutty, and I wanted whoever he would be to have easy access to my body. I thumbed through my closet, trying on a few things, finally laying out two to choose from, a black satin halter dress, with a circle skirt hemmed at my ankles, or a baby-pink satin circle skirt hemmed at mid-thigh, with a white silk blouse and white thigh-high hose and maybe even my red 4 inch pumps. In either case, I didn't bother with panties. They simply weren't an option! I had a late lunch, and even took a short nap, jarred awake when the phone rang. It was Tony, saying he had made a bet to buy dinner and played terribly, so he was going to host dinner, and that he expected to be home around 9:30 that night. I smiled as I hung up, now having the plan fully in place. I walked upstairs, and began to consider my outfit and get dressed. After holding up the black dress, I realized it was not going to be the one. It was backless, and had the full skirt, but was much too long, and covered up too much. I snorted at the thought of that, a married woman trying not to cover up too much, and put the dress away. Reaching for the white thigh-highs, I began to get dressed. When I was done, I took a long look in the mirror, my bedroom lit by the fading light of day. The only changes I had made were to "forget" my bra, and wear my white spike heels, the same ones I wore on my wedding day. The irony was not lost on me about that choice. I looked about the bedroom, making sure the light was just so, the bed was made, the black satin sheets and matching satin comforter smoothed and soft, and as a final touch, I reached into Tony's drawer, and pulled out the folded papers, tucking them under my pillow. I grabbed my purse, and headed out the door, uncertain where I was going, but knowing what I was looking for! I drove about for a few minutes, before I had the idea to head downtown, where most of the bars and dance clubs were. I found one just off the freeway, and pulled into the parking lot. I brushed my hair one last time, and checked my makeup in the mirror before getting out. I took a deep breath as I strode to the entrance, slightly flushed and embarrassed that a thirty-three year old woman would be doing this, but kept on, my heels clicking on the pavement, making my hips sway just that much more. I felt a few pairs of eyes on me as I entered, the rush of air conditioning floating the hem of my skirt out a bit as I passed through the doorway, my ears assailed by the loud music with a heavy beat, my eyes nearly blind in the near darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I looked about, seeing a mass of humanity on the dance floor, and a bar stacked with people. I straightened my shoulders, letting my breasts push against my blouse, my nipples plainly evident, as I strutted further inside the place. Actually, my strutting left a little to be desired, as I was so very nervous, but as I continued I remembered why I was here. If a man accosted me, or even raped me, in the end I was looking for a liaison with another man! That took a load off my mind, and I began to relax, allowing my hips to sway with my heels, making my skirt swish and sway with every step. Making my way to the bar, I heard one guy offer ten dollars for ten minutes, and I flushed, but ignored him. I was able to get a barstool, and took a seat, letting my skirt float down around me, rather than sitting on it. I could feel more guys sizing me up, or dressing me down, undressing me with their eyes. I have to admit it was rather uncomfortable, being raped by their long, lecherous gazes, but I had to keep reminding myself what I was here for. I heard the soft clink of a glass being set in front of me, and I turned quickly to see what was going on, only to see the bartender smiling at me. Before I could speak, he raised his hand, pointing down the end of the bar. As I followed his gesture, he told me it was from the gentleman the third seat from the end. I peered carefully, unsure as how to react, and saw a smiling face with a raised glass. I gently took the glass of Chablis in my fingers, and raised it, smiling nervously in return as I took a sip. The pale liquid was smooth going down, and my smile warmed a bit as the face set his glass down, and made his way over to where I sat. I looked him over as he approached, and smiled. He was quite good looking, over six feet tall, well built, and had the warm smile of confidence that made my knees a little weak, not to mention my seat a little wet. He introduced himself as Eric, and held his hand out, asking if he could join me. I was stymied for a moment, then nodded yes as I extended my own. I was so overwhelmed, I couldn't speak! He was handsome, and confident, and just so...so perfect! Even if I wasn't on the prowl, I might have been talked into bed with him! I think what cinched it was when he placed his hand on mine as he sat next to me, and the stark contrast of his ebony skin against mine just thrilled me, knowing I was planning on being scandalous, and with a black man, too! We made small talk for a bit, and he asked about my ring, and I was frank about it, admitting that yes, I was married, and that yes, I was looking to cheat on my husband. I also told him my husband was out with the boys tonight, and that my house was certainly available. Eric looked deeply into my eyes for a moment, holding my gaze. For a moment, I thought he could see my hurt feelings, and the fact that I was just using him to get back at my husband. He then smiled, and took my hand, surreptitiously sliding it off the bar and onto his pants, sliding it up his thigh. I could feel every rippled muscle in his leg, my fingertips lightly trembling as he guided my hand onto his crotch, and the pulsing monster just inside. I closed my fingers about his snake as best I could, running my hand up and down, feeling the length and girth, my eyes looking at his and shining with expectation. He nodded his head, indicating it was time to leave, and I willingly followed him as he grasped my hand, leading me out the door, my heels again clicking loudly on the pavement outside. The evening breeze had picked up a bit, and as Eric escorted me to my car, the hem of my skirt began to rise and fall, allowing the anyone who was watching to see the tops of my thigh-highs. Eric took me to my car, and cornered me against it. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me. I smiled, and told him that there was an easy way for him to find out, and with that, I took his hand, and started to guide it lower onto my body. The breeze was still playing with my skirt, and he used that chance to reach underneath, cupping my exposed crotch with his hand. He merely smiled at me, and quickly slipped one finger deep into me! My mouth opened, and I gasped loudly as I was opened, my eyes darting about to see who was watching. I think only one guy saw us, and he gawked at us as he got a full view of my body, and Eric's hand invading it. I said "Not here" to Eric, and he grudgingly left me to get into my car, and he hurried to his. The trip home took literally forever, but I finally pulled into the driveway, while Eric parked across the street, in front of the neighbor's house. I opened the front door, with Eric close behind me. I turned quickly, smiling at him as my skirt flared out, letting him get a full look at my body in the soft light of the single lamp in the corner. He advanced on me, and I began to retreat, making it to the stairs. I climbed them, Eric a few steps behind, and I looked back, winking at him as he was peeking up my skirt. I hadn't felt this naughty since I had sex with one of my high-school teachers, but the rush coursing through my veins made it impossible to stop. I felt so important, so special, so...desirable. At that moment it did not matter what happened, Eric was going to have my body, all of it! At the top of the stairs, I twirled again, letting him get another full view of my pussy as he followed, and directed him to relax, that I would be right out. I hurried into my walk-in closet, and began to shed my skirt and blouse, not even taking the time to hang them up. I looked about, trying to decide at the last minute what I should wear. My hand rested on the black and red satin cape from my vampiress costume, but decided against it, too kinky. Next was a red satin teddy, which I passed on as it was too hard to get out of. Finally, I just settled for my short, baby-pink satin robe, keeping on my white thigh highs and heels. I left the robe open, letting the sash hang from the loops, my breasts forcing the thin fabric away from my body and exposing my cleavage and my vagina. I stood in the doorway to the closet, cocking my head to one side as I gave Eric my best "come hither" look, asking him if he liked what he saw. The look in his eyes told me the truth before his lips did. He rose from sitting on my bed as I approached him, letting my body sway provocatively with each step, wanting to be all-woman for Eric. As I got to him, he reached up and grasped my shoulders, lowering his face towards mine, his lips lightly caressing, at first. My lips parted in return, and I felt his tongue rush past, into my mouth, reaching for mine. We remained locked in this position, my mind dancing with the thrill of being with a stranger, and a black man. I had never been with one before, and was nervous, but his kiss was so dreamy, all apprehension was leaving me, quickly! As we broke our kiss, all I could do was smile, and Eric began to push on my shoulders, lowering me to the floor on my knees. My eyes never left his as I began to unbuckle his belt, and unfasten his pants, my fingers daintily grasping the zipper, and slowly lowering it as the fly parted, like my vagina was about to. I reached up with both hands and lowered his pants, and boxers, letting his throbbing black monster free. My eyes lowered to stare at it for a moment, then I looked up and smiled, eyes shining as I lightly grasped his tool with my finger and thumb, the red of my nails a stark contrast to his darkness. I then trailed one lone nail along the top of his cock, and around the base, bringing my fingernail back to me along the soft, sensitive underside. I heard Eric moan as I did this, smiling that even after over a decade of marriage, I could still turn a man to mush, or more accurately, granite! I leaned forward, parting my lips and placed a big, pouty kiss on the head of his member, then opening my mouth to suckle him. I was amazed at his girth as it entered my mouth, as I reached up with one hand to his sac, lightly grabbing the base of the thin, dark flesh with my nails. Eric lowered a hand to my head, and gently pushed, forcing more of his cock into my mouth, until I felt it tickle the back of my throat. I then withdrew, all the while tickling his sac with my fingers and finger nails. I heard Eric grunt that he couldn't wait any more, and I felt both hands reach under my arms, lifting my to my feet, and then in one swift motion, carry me to the bed, laying me along the slippery black satin, my robe splayed under me in sharp contrast. Eric wasted no time in stripping his shirt off, and climbing onto the bed with me. As he did so, I thankfully remembered to reach under my pillow, and slide Tony's love letters across the bed, where they fell to the floor by the bedroom door. Eric lay on his side next to me, his throbbing shaft laying across my thigh at attention, my skin feeling every beat of his heart through his manhood. He leaned over and kissed me again, passionately, as his hand cupped my breast, rubbing my nipple through his finger and thumb. I moaned as he did this, my nipples becoming instantly erect, the size of small grape. He broke the kiss, and lowered his head to my chest, and suckled the same nipple, while he massaged the other one. I turned my head, my eyes half-closed in the throes of building passion, looking at us on the bed, my white skin against his dark flesh, the sight almost making me climax by itself! I reached down for Eric's cock, wrapping my fingers around it for only a moment before he slid over, on top of me. Trolling for Vengeance Ch. 01 As he did so, he legs fell between my thighs, forcing them apart. I smiled, as I kind of liked that technique. It showed me who was in charge! As he reached for one of my ankles, I had to ask "Am I your first married woman?" He merely smiled, then softly said no, but that I was certainly the hottest he had ever been with! With that he pulled my ankle up onto his shoulder, and I let my legs loose, allowing him to position my body how he wanted it. He bent my other knee, forcing my thighs fully apart, and them began to lower his hips towards mine, until I felt his cock at my crotch, the tip throbbing along my vagina. He deftly used one hand to guide himself, and my arms lay apart over my head in total supplication as I let this black stranger impale me with his cock! I gasped as he entered me slowly, making sure I felt every fraction of an inch, my back arching as he did so, my eyes rolling back into my head. He was easily one and a half times the size of my husband, both in length and in girth, and my vagina stretched to encompass his mighty tool. All I could do was moan as I felt every little vein and bump on his manhood, my body consumed with lust, the motive for it lost for now. He kept pushing lower and lower, until I felt the tip of his penis press against my cervix, leaving him just shy of fully inside me. He then began to withdraw, slowly, both of us moaning and grunting with the thrills of raw sexual desire. Just before he withdrew completely, he reversed course, and plunged back into me, still slowly, as I gazed into his eyes, letting his cock consume me. It was just now that I realized I had a problem. Tony had been through a vasectomy years ago. As a result, we did not use any means of birth control. Nor did I have anything lying around the house. No foams, gels, condoms, nothing. As I opened my mouth to speak about it, Eric drove his cock into me again, more forcefully, and all I could do what whimper loudly, all thoughts of protection gone! Eric continued to slowly repeat his thrusting into me, my body now shifting so I was fully on my back, both of my knees draped over his muscled, powerful arms, the soft white of my hose clashing vividly with his skin tone. My voice cooed and moaned softly, sucking on my teeth every time he withdrew from my moistness, my vagina now well-accustomed to his size deep within me. My arms lay apart, a gesture of total submission to this magnificent ebony body sending shivers of passion and pleasure through me, my pale skin standing out sharply against the shimmering black satin. I was so enraptured by the dark rod impaling me that I almost didn't hear the front door open, a sound which caused Eric to momentarily cease his magical penetration. "oooh, baby...please don't stop...Cum in me!" I urged, "Make me a black-cock slut!" The rapid pace of the footsteps on the stairs told me Tony had heard my sultry voice, and Eric resumed his thrusts into me, his pace quickening with every sound of the shoes ascending the staircase. I lifted my feet high in the air, making sure there was no doubt that Eric was fully invading my body, for everyone to see, and that I was doing it willingly! "Yeeeesss" I moaned, "Fuck me...fill me with your seed!" I moaned as I heard the footsteps at the bedroom door, the door being pushed open. "What the fuck?!?!" Tony barked, only to kick the papers on the floor as he approached the bed, while Eric turned to him and declared that I was his bitch for now. He added an emphatic thrust deep into me, making me cry out with a passion Tony has never seen. Tony stared at me, and Eric, for just a moment, then looked down at his feet, and his love letters now spread across the floor. I looked at Tony, making eye contact as he looked up, and I knew he understood what was happening. His knees buckled as he fell to the floor, and I felt a momentary pang of concern, until Eric thrust deeply into me again, grinding his pelvis against my clit, re-taking control of my attention, and my body. Tony merely looked on, with a sick look on his face as Eric began to pound his body against mine in earnest. My body now responding as nature intended, my breathing a series of pants timed to Eric's thrusting, my voice moaning with each exhale. My vagina began to bear down on Eric's tool, massaging it, trying to coax his body into yielding his essence into mine. I lost all thoughts or cares for Tony as my climax rushed upon me, crashing through me in a series of waves that caused me to shudder uncontrollably as I cried out. Eric finished his attempt to breed me a moment later, bellowing a mighty howl as he ejaculated deep into my womb with one last thrust, burying himself fully into my body, holding himself there! I tilted my head up, my tongue reaching to kiss my ebony stud, his head falling to mine as our tongues intertwined. It was then I heard the sound of sickness, as Tony vomited on the carpet. Eric and I lay together for a few minutes as Tony recovered. Tony left the room, and Eric rolled off of me. I grabbed up the comforter, covering us as we snuggled together, my pussy dripping a thin line of his semen, my last conscious thought was how wonderful I felt. When I awoke the next morning, Eric was still there, and Tony was downstairs, asleep on the couch. I kicked Tony lightly to wake him up, and as he stirred, I sat next to him, again in my robe and thigh-highs and heels. He started to speak, angrily, and I put my fingers to his lips to shush him. "That was for your last business trip." I said matter-of-factly, "If you ever do that again, I will find Eric, and all of his friends, and spend a weekend with them. Yes, I had unprotected sex with him, and yes, he may have made me pregnant. Just so you understand, I will not tolerate another fling on your part. But if it does happen again, not only will I spend the weekend, but you will never know who the father of the child might be!" As the weeks went by, it became very obvious I was carrying Eric's child. I was using up sick time at an alarming rate because of the morning sickness. Tony and I were at odds about how to handle this, but ultimately the decision was made for us, as I miscarried. As the months past, our marriage began to heal, and things were more or less back to "normal", until one Saturday I was cleaning the house, and found some papers... Trolling for Vengeance Ch. 02 Four months. I couldn't believe it, it happened again in only four damned months! My finger traced each line of the letter, my lips moving as I read, quickly, scanning it, my heart racing as I felt the old wound resurface. It was her again, I recognized the handwriting. This bitch was enjoying his company on every trip. She was even parading around as his wife! She wrote how she liked to tease him in public, then take him home and screw his brains out. She wrote about how she is bragging to all her friends about the two of them! She even included a line that told him how much she loved climaxing on his cock! At first, my hands trembled as I read each line, my eyes tearing up and dripping lines of wetness down my cheeks. After I re-read the letter, I got angry. A deep and furious anger that only a woman spurned can create. Tony had fucked around on me once. So I fucked around on him once, even getting pregnant by the man who took me in our bedroom. I had miscarried, but Tony knew I was serious about the consequences if he did it again. Evidently he didn't take me seriously enough, or he was much stupider than I thought. Some bitch was trolling for Tony, and he was falling for it. Now it was my turn... I didn't even wait for him to come home. I figured that if he wanted another woman, then I could have another man. I snorted at that thought. Maybe even men, as I threatened him with last time. It was mid-afternoon when I finished the letter, and knew I had time to prepare before I went out. I showered and cleaned myself up, making sure my legs and armpits were shaved carefully, and that I was squeaky clean. A few dashes of perfume, and it was time to select the right dress for the occasion. I looked through my closet, fingering each dress and blouse, a smile crossing my lips as I remembered my night with Eric, the blouse and skirt hanging together. I looked again at the long black satin halter dress, but still, it was too long, too concealing. As I kept looking, I thought of Eric, and wondered if I could find him again. Would he be willing to have me again? Should I tell him I had borne his child? All of these thoughts flowed through and over my mind as I finally found the perfect dress, dark, mysterious, and easy. It was royal blue satin, backless and with a halter top, the bodice secured around my neck with a matching satin bow. The drape of the cool, slippery fabric down the front did a magnificent job of showing off my C-cup cleavage. This was the dress I was to wear at the corporate party where Tony was announced as the new Regional Manager. Tony and I had planned to go dancing afterwards, and the dress was a perfect tease for him, but I became violently ill with the flu, and Tony had to go it alone, the dress unused. The skirt was a perfect, high-waisted gathering of the rich, luxurious fabric, formed in a perfect circle that was hemmed just above my knees. It was longer than the skirt I wore with Eric, but the whole dress screamed sexiness. I reached into my drawer, and pulled out the same white thigh-high hose I wore with Eric, pulling them on, making sure there were no snags or runs. I chose the matching blue satin heels that we bought with the dress, and I was almost ready to go. I sat down for a moment, and had to think what I was going to do: spend an evening, spend the night, or even make true on my threat to spend the whole weekend with another man. Or men. I went back into the closet and retrieved my soft bag, and began to pack a few toiletries, including my pink satin robe, a couple of pairs of panties, since I wasn't wearing any right then, sweats, and then I reached in for another few other outfits, two nice, and the other rather kinky, folding them neatly, hoping they wouldn't wrinkle too badly. I went to leave the house, taking a last look around. This was my last view of my home as a happy place. I didn't know what was going to happen in the coming days, but one thing was sure. Either my husband was going to try and divorce me, an issue that would be made more difficult for him since my parents had considerable wealth and resources that Tony was interested in (yes, I was a spoiled little rich girl...) or our roles in our marriage were going to change. Either way, the little-girl dreams of a happy, wholesome family were fading as quickly as the sunlight of the coming night. I dropped his latest letter on the floor where he was sure to find it, and left the house. I drove along the freeway, and pulled into the parking lot of the same club where I met Eric. It was still early on a Thursday evening, and the sun was just below the horizon, making it a little hard to see, even with the streetlights coming on. The late summer heat was beginning to be fanned by the sundowner winds, the fresh breeze feeling wonderful under my skirt, tickling my pubic hair. The lot was relatively empty, so I made sure to keep my skirt under control, lest the entire city get a look at my body. My nipples began to get hard from the soft folds of my satin bodice fluttering in the wind, and I had to take another breath as I began to get caught up in the sensation. My heels made the familiar click-clack on the sidewalk as I entered the club, the interior darker than I remember, but just as loud. Of course, at this hour, it was nearly empty, and the few men inside appeared to have been there all day, except for the table of men in business suits who looked like they had gone for a three-martini lunch, and stretched it out to include a keg of beer, too! I didn't fashion the idea of being with a drunkard, so I turned and left, unable to control the back of my skirt as I exited the place, letting the whole joint see whatever my skirt floated high enough for them to see. It must have been something, as I heard some yelling and whistling as the door closed. I looked about, trying to see options, and noticed that there was another place across the street. I stepped to the corner, my fingers on my skirt as the breeze gusted, waiting for the light to change. Just as the light turned green, I heard the loud blast of a siren behind me, and startling me as my path was quickly blocked by a police car! The instant the car stopped, out popped the biggest policeman I had ever seen! "Hi!" he called loudly, "I haven't seen you before... Who you workin' for?" The blank look on my face must have demonstrated my total lack of comprehension. He smiled at me, and then apologized. "Sorry. We are working a vice sting down the street, and I thought you were a working girl!" My mouth opened in shock, as I finally realized what he was saying. "Excuse me" I said with a touch of anger, holding up my left had so he could see my ring, "I am here to meet someone, but I assure you that I am not here to sell my body!" His eyes narrowed for a moment, then he asked to see my ID. I fished through my small clutch, and pulled out my driver's license, doing my best to appear as lady-like as possible, my red-fingernails clashing harshly with the faded white card. He took the card, and looked me over once more, then went to his police car, obviously to check my records. I stood there and was embarrassed, especially as the breeze was pulling at my skirt, at one point threatening to expose myself to him, and ruining my plans. I took a couple of steps to one side, my toe nervously tapping the pavement as I waited for him to do whatever it was cops did. A few beeps on his car computer-thing and he stepped back to me, holding my license out. I took it daintily as he took a harsh look at me. "Lady, I don't know what you are up to, but I suspect it is no good. Unfortunately, you are clean, and I can't stop you. But it is very obvious to me that you do not belong here. I suggest you get yourself back home before it gets too dark. I don't want to have to arrest you later, or worse, call the coroner and your husband while standing over your dead body... Got it?" His last question really was more of an order, and I could merely nod my head, and flash a weak smile. With that admonishment, he got back in his car, making the remark that my outfit made it look like I might be a working girl. A high-priced one, but still a hooker. I glared at him as he roared off, forced to stand there as the signal had changed again. As I fumed for a moment, I realized the delicious irony that I was not going to sell my body, but was planning on giving it away! The light finally changed, and I strutted across the street, taking my time, letting my hips and body do some of the communicating for me with the several people I crossed paths with. I did my best to ignore the surreptitious glances and outright lecherous stares by the men I passed, and even one or two ladies, as well! I shuddered inwardly when the thought of a woman being interested in me dawned. I know that there were men who fantasized about being with two women, or watching as the two women were together, but I definitely was not one of those women! The last fading rays of sunshine faded, and night fell, almost with a thump, like they say in the movies. As my heels click-clacked down the sidewalk, my breeze began to get a little stronger, and it took more effort to control my skirt. The filmy satin floated about with every step, my pussy getting excited as the breeze tickled my bikini-trimmed hair, and my nipples rising as the soft satin covering them teased and tickled them. I crossed an alley to get to the entrance of the club I saw, and glanced down it. It looked like any old alley, dark, dirty, and scary (at least to me), and I could see a couple of guys down there, sitting on the ground, leaning against one of the buildings. They were filthy dirty, and obviously homeless. I felt sad for them, a pang of guilt flashing through me as I looked at them, making eye contact. Their sad eyes telling me a story of horrors and sadness that I could not really associate with. My skirt was flitting about pretty hard by now, and I was sure they got a good look at me, before I realized I was gawking and needed to be on my way. I continued to the next doorway, muffled hip-hop music now blaring from it. As dark was it was outside, it still took a moment for my eyes to adjust inside the room. The place was flooded with black light, the walls adorned with day-glo artwork and posters that literally glowed in the dark. It was actually a pretty neat display, and my eyes were drawn to the various splashes of color and light as I took steps toward the bar area. I found a small table, and took a seat. I smoothed the hem of my skirt out as I sat there, my eyes looking around. As I looked about, I began to realize that the place was actually fairly busy, but not crowded, with patrons. The one thing I did notice was that none of them seemed to be caucasian, and there were many pairs of eyes on me. Like my first tryst, it made me feel very uncomfortable, and I unconsciously gulped down a load of fear, and remembering that my last time with a black man was exquisite, I let a small smile crease my face. A waitress in a uniform even smaller than my dress came over, and I ordered a glass of Chablis, which arrived quickly. I took a sip of the chilled liquid, the heavy beat of the music reverberating though my body, my stomach bouncing with every drumbeat. More patrons entered, and I was glad my table was tucked away to the side of the room. As the sound system boomed, I found my body beginning to react to the beat, my head nodding in time my shoulders took turns shrugging to match the pulse of the music. I had gone about halfway through my Chablis when the first gentleman joined me. He was slender, almost to the point of being gaunt, and not very tall. I thought that if I stood up, he would actually be shorter than me! He smiled as he sat at the table, and asked if I wanted another drink, to which I declined, and he left, muttering I was a cock tease who would be put in my place. I ignored this threat and continued to just sit and watch the room, taking smaller sips of wine so I wouldn't get tipsy. Another black man approached me, and I have to admit he was rather stunning. My mouth must have dropped open as he approached, his well over six foot frame topped by a wide smile of very bright teeth. He was bald, and in his dark shirt and tan slacks looked very nice. He leaned to my ear, and asked rather nicely if he may join me. I simply smiled and motioned to the empty seat. He said his name was Dewan, and offered to refill my glass, since my Chablis was just about gone. I nodded my head and said thanks, and gave him my name. His next question was rather predictable, wondering why I was there. I hesitated for a moment, then began to tell him a tale of being there to meet a friend of mine, and as I lay my hand on the table as I gestured, he reached out and covered mine with his. As he did so, he held up his other hand to silence my rather lame explanation. "I can feel your ring under my hand" he said, "now what are you really after?" The smile on his face seemed to be rather genuine, so I took a moment to consider, and tried another line. "I've been married for years, and my husband has been the only man I have been with," I began, "and I am curious. Curious about what they say about black men, and I want to find the right man to show me. My husband is out of town on business, and won't know about this. I figure this is my only chance to find out what I may have missed!" Dewan left his hand on mine and leaned forward to kiss me. I tilted my head and felt the tingle of a small kiss, as his lips caressed mine. Our kiss was interrupted by the waitress bringing more wine for me, and a drink for Dewan. Dewan smiled and took a drink, offering a small toast as he did so, which I returned, taking a small sip. We made some small talk, and he asked more about me, some of which I answered truthfully, and others I did not, careful to answer with lies that were easy to keep straight, such as where I lived, my husband's name, things like that. In turn, he told me where he lived, near-by as it turned out, what he did for a living, and things like that. As we talked, the place filled up with people, including a white couple or two, as well as a few other white women. At one point, my chair got bumped into rather severely, and as I turned, I recognized the slender black man whom I had turned down. Turning back, I saw Dewan just smiling at me, asking if I was alright. I took another sip of wine, barely noticing the small fizz disappearing as I picked up the glass. We resumed talking, and I asked him what he was doing here, and he told me it was a great place to meet women. He even told me that he liked to be with white women, as he thought we were more willing in bed, and that he really liked wives, as he liked having a white wife as a conquest. I was somewhat taken aback by that, and asked him how many wives he had been with, and he told me he had no idea! My heart was fluttering by now, and I felt myself getting quite warm, and I was sure it was because of the direction the conversation was taking. I giggled and began to flirt with him more, smiling and leaning forward, letting him get deeper views of my cleavage, and letting him hold my hand. After a few more questions back and forth, I turned up the heat, and asked him what he wanted to do with me. His answer was surprising, as he merely scooted his chair closer to mine, and pulled my hand off the table and onto his crotch! My fingers instinctively began to grasp the bulge through his trousers, and I gasped then giggled at the size! I began to blush as he told me about throwing me on top of our table, ripping my panties off, and fucking me in front of everyone. I felt the heat of his words course through me, and I couldn't resist the urge, so I lifted my hand from his cock and grasped his wrist, pulling his hand towards my thigh. I let his fingers touch my skin, then began to draw then up my thigh to the hem of my satin circle skirt. His touch made my my heart race, and I began to get a little woozy, but kept the pressure on, sliding first his fingers, then his whole hand, under my skirt, until I could feel his touch at my hip. His fingers started to do their own walking, and I could only smile widely, and blush with glassy eyes as he discovered my secret! His eyes widened only slightly, and he smiled as he felt around my body, the soft folds of satin easily yielding to his reach, his fingers finally brushing against to top of my pubic area, his fingers flicking my pubic hair! I sighed heavily, reveling in his touch as he slid his hand down the inside of my thigh, and I spread my legs for him slightly. As his hand came out from under my skirt, he smiled at me and said it was time to leave. As we rose, I weaved a bit on my feet, and a furrow creased my brow as I realized something wasn't quite right, but couldn't figure out what it was. I looked down on the seat of my chair, and saw the tell-tale sliver of wetness my body left behind. Dewan wrapped his arm around my waist, and escorting me towards the exit, my footsteps slightly unsettled, almost like I was inebriated. I no longer cared about the other men staring at me as we left the building, stepping onto the sidewalk. It was completely dark by now, and the warm summer breeze briskly rushing past. The hem of my skirt flew with it, the hemline rising and falling, exposing my body to everyone on the street. Dewan escorted me down the sidewalk, letting my skirt fly immodestly, and turned down the alley, the same one I had seen the homeless men in. I no longer cared about them, only eager for what I wanted Dewan to do to me. My heels echoed against the brick walls as we stepped, my feet kicking the odd empty bottle or can. Soon we were deep at the dead end of the alley, in the dark, and I was alone with Dewan, and several other men, all of them homeless. The alley was formed a perfect wind tunnel, the flowing in an updraft, taking the hem of my skirt with it, the satin flapping at my breasts as my pussy was fully exposed! Dewan grabbed my shoulders and kissed me, my mouth open and tongue seeking his hungrily as we kissed. My hands hung limply at my sides at first, then sort of began to move by themselves, reaching between us for his manhood. His hands began to rove over my body, sliding over the satin covering me, my breasts and nipples full and tense as the passion rose inside me. I heard some voices murmuring as Dewan and I began to get more intense, kissing and fondling as I struggled to get his pants open. Dewan chuckled a bit as I struggled, as of course he had no difficulty accessing my body, and I finally got his pants open, my hand diving in to withdraw his cock. I didn't waste even a moment, and rotated my hips towards his cock, my fingers rubbing it against my crotch and clit as we stood there in front of everyone. I didn't care! I wanted to fuck! Dewan turned me around and pushed me against the wall and I bent over to reach it with my outstretched arms. My skirt floated onto my back, and Dewan pushed my thighs apart with his hands. I moaned as I felt his touch, and hissed through my teeth for him to fuck me, and fuck me hard! His answer was to push his cock at my tunnel, forcing my labia apart and entering me. My back arching as he did so, my voice a loud gasp as he took me deeply. My mind flashed for a moment on my time with Eric, and his cock inside me, and I began to tense my stomach, my vagina clenching on Dewan's shaft. He began to thrust in me, and I made no pretense about being quiet. I was immediately moaning with each thrust, my voice grunting softly when he pushed against my sweet spot. I was a bitch in heat, and wanted to fuck like one! My voice became louder as he kept at me, and I shuddered violently when I was surprised by my first climax! I squealed and praised his mighty cock, and ebony rod of enormous power. I begged him to fuck me more and more, until his own pace became a frenzy, and he thrust forcefully into me, lifting my feet off the ground! He growled as his cock erupted in me, flooding my body with his sperm. He grasped my hair and pulled my upright, his cock still inside me as it softened. I heard him murmur in my ear that I would make an excellent hooker, if I ever wanted to, and he would pimp me, and that together we would make a lot of money! Trolling for Vengeance Ch. 02 My body shuddered, partially at the feel of his cock falling out of me, and partially at the thought of being so wanton, a cheap whore who fucks anyone and everyone! I turned to kiss him, and wrapped my arms around his neck as we did so, my skirt floating about as a small trail of Dewan leaked down my thigh. It was then that I jumped, when I felt the first strange finger on my body! I yelped and held onto Dewan tighter as I felt the finger become a hand on my butt, under my skirt! I looked at Dewan and he merely smiled at me for a moment, then becoming serious. He told me he was through with me, but that I should let the GHB finish the job and stay with these men. I glanced around me, and sure enough, I could now see four guys, all of them homeless, all of them dirty, filthy, and smelly, and all of them with their cocks out! Dewan pulled his pants up, snapping them closed, and smiled at me. Then suddenly, with a quickness I could not imagine, he pushed me to the ground, into the clump of men, and they were upon me... Trolling for Vengeance Ch. 03 ----------------------------------- Author's Note: This story is just a story. There are things in here that I do not condone or recommend. So gimme a break. If you like non-consensual stories, then please read on. If not, go find something else... ----------------------------------- ...I awoke what must have been several hours later. A strange arm was draped over me, and I felt myself being spooned by another body. My nose wrinkled as I smelled the body odor and other nasty filth that surrounded me as I began to recollect. I could feel my skirt up on my waist, and a stillness in the air. My mind flashed with images of being with these men, all of them taking turns at me, holding my legs up and apart while each ravished me, his smell nearly making me retch as I was raped repeatedly. I remembered another man driving his cock past my lips as I gave him a blow job, his black cock long and skinny as it repeatedly slipped in and out past my lips. It was obvious that these men had all sated themselves with me, and it took almost all of my strength to get free of the arm wrapped over my waist. As I stood, I felt a real soreness as my crotch and breasts had been used so roughly, my pubic hair sticky and matted. A thin trail of these men's seminal mixture began to trickle from my pussy, down both thighs, their eruptions having been massive, I was sure. I doubted they got laid much. I gingerly tip-toed my way past these men lost in their dreams, some of them no doubt dreaming of having their finest piece of ass in years tonight. I moved down the alley a little unsteadily, finding my balance on my 4-inch heels a little difficult, until I reached the street. Looking both ways, I could see it was deserted. I didn't even bother with the cross-walk, and just made my way to the parking lot where my car was. I caught a look at myself in the reflection of a window, and I was a fright to see. My make-up was a shambles, my lipstick all smeared, and my hair a tangled mass on my head and shoulders. I felt queasy and sore, and when I got to my car, I suddenly realized I didn't have my purse! I had left the bar with Dewan, and forgot to bring it with me. I looked back across the street, but the bar was obviously closed for the night. For once, I was very glad my husband had set up an extra key, in a magnetic box inside the rear bumper. I knelt down and fished for it, finally finding it after ruining my thigh-high hose. I used the key to get inside my car, and then locked myself in. It was then I felt safe and could relax, and I was surprised at how quickly the tears welled up inside me, flooding out and down my cheeks. I rested my head on the steering wheel as I cried for several minutes, letting the stress of the last several hours release through my tears and heavy sobs. I was very scared at that moment, out on my own, without a man's protection, without my purse, or any other resources. My tears finally dried, and I began to take stock of my situation, and decided that going home was not an option. My crying had made me desperate for sleep, and I had no where to go. So I pulled my overnight bag from the back seat and withdrew my brush and some baby-wipes, cleaning myself up as best as I could. After cleaning my face, I looked around again, verifying I was alone and lifted my blue satin dress over my head and tossed it in the back seat. I also removed my thigh-high hose, sending them with my dress. I pulled a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants from the bag, struggling into them from behind the steering wheel. With that, I was ready to give into the sleepiness my body was demanding, and crawled into the back seat. I rolled my dress into a ball and used it as a pillow, my last thoughts were of going back to the bar in the daytime, and hopefully regaining my purse, while my dreams were filled of many men, and many cocks... To Be Continued...